#wanted to be understood methinks

[cowcowwow]

Hey y'all. So, you guys might have noticed that I've been kinda inactive/not responding to messages quickly. I wanted to apologize, but also warn that this might not get better soon?

The main reasons I haven't been responding is because either, my wrists are hurting so bad that I can't type for long (or my other chronic pain is acting up), I'm so tired that I can't think of interacting, I'm helping out my family, or I'm having a bad episode(?) (Not entirely what's going on on those days, to be real)

I'm sorry, but I do have a happier note!! I want to say, thank you all so much if you have messaged me, interacted with me, reblogged from me, anything, recently. It makes these days so much lighter, makes me so much happier, even if I can't respond.

And to my friends who message me frequently: thank you. I love you all so, so much. I really really want to reply soon hopefully, but in the meantime know that you guys are so sweet, so fun, so awesome, and I love you 💙💙

(And to my friends who I haven't talked with in a bit, love you guys too <333)

[eruditic-akechi]

Okay honestly I can see Rhine and Ivanovna becoming pretty good friends at some point. Ivanovna is presumably possibly a harbinger (seeing that Snezhnaya Mayor has so far only been referenced as a harbinger and in her letter. Also it'd make a bit of sense why Alice would invite her if she was in that high ranking position, seeing that most of the other spots are not human/mortal) and pierro definitely has some beef with Rhinedottir and despite knowing she's not solely to blame for the cataclysm, she definitely played a big part with her wolves and dragons,,, so Ivanovna was probably very wary of Rhine because she was tube fed a special breed of Rhine propaganda,,, but after a few years of actually knowing Rhine, she finds out that Rhine isn't some evil mastermind hellbent on ruining the world, she's just a little fucked up and maybe a little too into her work, but obviously that's not a breaking point for the harbingers.

BUT Rhine and Ivanovna both have perfectionist streaks, which they probably bonded over. It's a known thing Rhine is seeking perfection, but it makes sense if Ivanovna is too— she's the first mayor of Snezhnaya! And at that point, she's the first fully mortal, fully normal human! Not only does she have to deal with matters of the nation, but she has to seem like she's on the same playing field as some Khaenri'ahns, a mad doctor with even less morals than Rhine, the crimson witch of embers, an emo puppet made in the image of an archon, and whatever the hell capitanos deal is!! Those are huge shoes to fill for someone who has no special abilities or magical training! Someone with that much on their plate definitely has to seem perfect!

So as she starts to deconstruct her Rhine bias and realizes a lot was riding on Rhine seeming perfect as well, they start to get close. Rhine's honestly probably the most reliable source for what had happened to her personally before and during the Cataclysm, especially back when it was still fresh, because, with how out of it and delusional she was a lot of the time, she was mentally still living through it! Even as the worst of her corruption and trauma receded, there were still a few times where she was clearly disoriented, but between watching her relive it and the occasional fully coherent recollection, Ivanovna was able to paint some kinda picture of who Rhine was back then. She realized they had been fed a lot of stretched truths, if not some flat out lies, and she felt bad knowing that Rhine wasn't being judged based on the things she actually did, but instead by what the archons and few pure blooded Khaenri'ahns were saying about her.

Also,,, with Rhine being "straight" back then, and not an old hag, they probably had their fair share of boy talk. Since Rhine had more experience before Ivanovna got married, she'd go to Rhine for advice and to vent whenever her and her bf got into an argument. Rhine was also the most ecstatic when she told the ladies she got engaged.

Idk why I started yappin this much y'all I'm sorry🫡 I've been thinking about them lately I don't even know if this is coherent or if I need to step away from the forbidden knowledge

[weresprout]

[ If it helps any, no relationships can ever be confirmed because both you and your father are playable and that's against Roblox rules? ]

[ And, to be fair, not a lot of Toons canonically like Finn for whatever reason. Honestly, I think your canon interaction with him is a bit silly. is this flirting /t ]

Is it flirting? It may be

Everyone thinkz we dislike each other .. they're Wrong ... they cannot sense that we're Obviously flirting .. it's Silly Banter .. why can't they Tell ... /SILLY

[citrustan]

i see u are taking drabble requests!! could i very gently very nicely ask to plz have a yoongi x reader drabble? it can be angsty fluffy or smutty i just rlly miss yoongi, aaand thank u in advance!!

thanks! i will choose all three (barely-there smut bec i just need to get comfortable w it through practice)

love-daze (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: unrequited love?, friends to ?

warnings: methinks this can be considered infidelity but not really?? as for the characters, all's open to interpretation. :p unedited. this is raw raw ok.

"Should I stop?" You whisper, unwrapping your arms from around him.

After a few beats, still zoned-out, Yoongi moans in disapproval, "No, keep going, this is fine."

He adjusts you on his lap and tilts his head back.

Still unsure, you go back to placing soft kisses all over his neck. Desperate to make Yoongi happy, you put a little more energy into it as you begin to gently grind on him.

Occasional whimpers and sighs float around the cold room. While that would seem to be enough to send you over the moon, it doesn't seem to help you this time.

"Yoongi..." You tiredly sigh.

You want to make Yoongi feel good, but at this point, you know he's too distracted.

Thinking of her.

And you find that unfair. He was the one who called you after all. Because he knew you'd always be around. Only for him.

You were never shy about your feelings for Yoongi, so when you couldn't get him to reciprocate romantically, you figured you'd give it a shot anyway and offered yourself for him to use whenever he wanted, for whatever he wanted.

Yoongi was intrigued.

He seemingly never did end up needing you though.

Until now.

Two hours ago, you were having a lovely night in when Yoongi came over to tell you that his girlfriend had turned down his marriage proposal a few days ago.

An hour a half ago, you had tried to talk him into giving her more space.

Thirty minutes ago, he ended up calling her anyway, which in turn made her distance herself even more, demanding that he was not to call her again.

And now, Yoongi has you naked, on his lap, trying to make himself forget about everything--- his ex, her rejection, the humiliation, their relationship and plans... just all of it.

Yoongi wanted to hurt her, too. His own pleasure is just a bonus.

He knew that if she ever caught wind of you and him, it'd destroy her. It's mean.

You had cried for days when you accidentally heard about it through one of your mutual friends. Yet, you understood, and continued to love him silently while distancing yourself from the couple.

For some reason unknown to Yoongi (and you), Sera always had been insecure about you. Not that Yoongi gave her any reason to be, even offering to seize all contact with you.

You loved him but you would never try to steal his happiness in this manner or break up a relationship.

Both Sera and Yoongi noticed the lack of your presence in their lives.

During that short period, she also observed how Yoongi seemed moodier and a little more disengaged in general. Especially when they were out with their friends.

She felt guilty because she didn't want to be the kind of woman who stopped her faithful boyfriend from having friends.

For a while, Sera thought she might've just been a masochist or something because what real reason did she have to refuse Yoongi's offer?

But deep down, she knew why. And she couldn't just wait till Yoongi comes to realise it too.

It was mostly the guilt though.

Sera felt guilty because she had always known about your interest in him but had decided to pursue him anyway.

So when Yoongi finally asked her her hand in marriage, she felt guilty because it came out of nowhere. And she knew it was Yoongi's attempt to salvage whatever feelings for her he was trying to conjure within himself.

She felt it eating at her when she saw the look on your face when she was first introduced as Yoongi's girlfriend. She remembers how defeated and sad you were. One would expect jealousy, or anger, or even hatred, but you were always cordial with her.

Sera detested it. It'd have been a lot easier to hate you if you were a cunt.

It's probably karma, she thinks.

Sera always felt like an intruder in your lives even though she was the girlfriend. Even though Yoongi never really looked at you in a way she would be worried about, she just... felt something.

She doesn't know why Yoongi never let you in, and selfishly hadn't cared.

Which is why Sera isn't surprised to see Yoongi at your place now. She saw it on your Instagram story, but it was deleted almost immediately.

Was it on purpose? Posted just for her? She didn't know. It made her crazy but, to reiterate, she wasn't surprised.

Back at your cozy apartment, Yoongi finally looks you in the eye, expectantly, brows somewhat raised.

All she could do now was watch the man she loves be with someone else. As you had done.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Again, you ask, "Are you really, really sure you want this?"

Yoongi sees the loving expression on your face and his breath hitches. You didn't deserve this.

The long pause answered all your questions.

You don't know why you're disappointed, you had offered yourself to him. It was your choice.

Sadly, giving him a tight-lipped smile, you sigh.

Before you could speak, he tilts your head towards his own, making your foreheads touch.

You gulp, afraid of what he might say.

"_____, you deserve to be treated with respect. And, I'm... just failing."

With a shaky voice, he rubs his thumb on your cheek, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You whisper back in a similar tone.

"Exactly. You shouldn't be. I won't take advantage of you like this." Yoongi is stern. Mostly speaking to himself.

"Yoongi, I'm not offended... I told you, I'm okay with this." You pull back, confused.

But you don't care, "What if I want to be taken advantage of?"

"_____..." He moans your name, breathless.

He firmly places his hands on your waist. You expect him to grope you, but instead, he holds you in place, "_____. Not like this. We're too... vulnerable. This is new," He observes your expressions, "So, let's not rush into anything?"

"Yoonie... I can feel you. I want to be used. I want you so bad. I always have." You resume grinding on him, "Look at yourself, you want me so bad it drives you crazy. I know you care about me."

You lean in to peck his lips, and he reciprocates.

At that, you instantly snap out of your love-daze.

What did he mean by this? Let's not rush into anything.

Your face was expressive, making him smile a little. You then lift yourself off of him.

Yoongi's forcing himself not to ogle your tits or the string of your sticky wetness detaching from his trousers as you moved to sit next to him.

The two of you have a lot to heal through.

Yoongi stood up from your couch to retrieve your crocheted throw which he then uses to swaddle you. You stare up at him with big eyes as he wrapped the material around you, making him playfully scoff.

Meekly, you suggest, "We can just... talk if you'd like."

Yoongi kneels in front of you, "I don't know how to thank you for being there for me, _____." He has a solemn face.

Well, the thing you had in mind was clearly not going to happen. Not that you're complaining. It's just... Not what you expected.

Placing a hand atop your own, he softly smiles, "I'd love that, _____."

note: ok like ack-chu-ally idk what this turned into i just wanted to write like a 100 word thing about reader patiently waiting for yoongi to realise his feelings for her

But I Just Couldn't STop going on and im curious to see the response to this because I think I hate it kinda

[mothgirl2001]

I never understood (and yes I have seen this, albeit only in a small quantity but the point still stands) people who attack artists for drawing Viktor either with a dick or a vagina like idk man maybe we should just let people enjoy Viktor how they want? There’s room for everyone !!

Like, idk… There’s a lot to unpack here methinks.

He can be whatever you want, but you don’t have to spit at people who disagree with you.

I personally see him as amab but genderfluid. That’s just my personal interpretation. I won’t knock anyone else’s.

I just think this rabid obsession with Viktors genitals (which the hexcore entirely nerfed mind you) to the point of attacking others…is… a bit odd.

Also him being depicted with a penis doesn’t necessarily mean the artist is portraying him as cis….Like come on. He can very much have a penis and not be cis

(there’s obviously nothing wrong with artists drawing cis Viktor, I’m not saying there is)

trans Viktor, cis Viktor, enby Viktor, amab viktor, afab Viktor, Filipino Viktor etc etc… All Viktors should be loved.

Ps: the Filipino bit is me semi joking around, I’m of Filipino heritage and I like to hc Viktor as half Filipino sometimes

[demphen]

i feel like everyone portrays tommy as being this sweet, harmless kid when he was little and i'm sure he was to an extent, but as a preteen/teenager? going through puberty, and all the hormones that come with it? what if he was mean. spiteful. angry.

in the comics, he skins another boy his age when he was a preteen i think. while i don't see all the comics as canon, i do want to explore another side of young!thomas. his envy towards others, his urges to hurt them, and perhaps the shame of having those urges... i feel like there's a lot to write about there. i think at his core, thomas would want to be kind. he'd want to be loved and understood. but he's not, and he hates that, and he hates himself. being a boy in the 1950s, i don't imagine him having many healthy outlets for that hate. societally, leaning into violence would be more acceptable, since "boys will be boys", y'know? so that hate would turn to anger and that anger would turn into homicidal fantasies, methinks

tl:dr; i think thomas would be a very Fucked up child and more people should write him that way

[muninnhuginn]

6 and 3 for qiao ling, 5 for lu guang?

1 and 3 for fei du? (<- I haven't personally read/watched, I just wanna hear your thoughts ^^)

🥝🍉🍒🫐 if you want to answer additional numbers not listed above

help I see I've failed the normalness test on fei du-

Thanks for asking! I've answered the link click questions here and the fei du ones here

ask meme

qiao ling

weave a web of dynamics through the cast for this character: which dynamics are you most interested in? both canonically and through extrapolation/speculation— which dynamics are the richest to you, and why?

I like seeing how she operates with Lu Guang without Cheng Xiaoshi himself present. Also comparing with sibling dynamics (though I go into that more with LTC specifically below)

In Yingdu, it's shown she had an idea regarding Cheng Xiaoshi's parents but didn't tell him. She does the same with Doudou later (chronologically). Both cases having some guilt fueling them, the parent instance also some vein of protection intended. But after Doudou, she decides she doesn't want to be a passive observer any longer. And in the early s2 hospital scene she says she believes that you don't have to keep people out of the loop to protect them. So when she gets her latest piece of info via LTX, what's she going to do with it? QL believed she'd vetted LG fairly early on in their relationship and in the present timeline clearly sees him as the more responsible between him and CXS. And she's great at denial, don't get me wrong, but the doubt flavouring their interactions and guilt swallowing her whole until something breaks? Very tasty.

throw this character at any other character of your choice to bounce off each other as outsider pov to each other— regardless of timeline or logistics (crossovers allowed if you're interesting about it). why this combination? what insights would they have on each other?

Going to join the Qiao Ling-Li Tianchen crowd, methinks. Both older siblings wanting to protect their younger. Would Qiao Ling have done the same in Li Tianchen's shoes? Unlikely, perhaps, but could she understand? She's the older sibling to Cheng Xiaoshi and through Li Tianxi's memories/emotions, she's in some way the younger sibling to Li Tianchen. She's got both perspectives, but no coherence between them, because Qiao Ling's experience of Li Tianchen is him possessing her and holding Lu Guang hostage. But Li Tianxi loved him, and she can relate.

And on the other side of things, Li Tianchen has lost Li Tianxi and is trying to bury himself into his new role. He doesn't want reminders and yet, here's a reminder in human form. He wouldn't want to see her, but it's not like he could kill his 'sister'. So where does that leave them? It's clear he wants to be 'understood'; his interactions with Liu Xiao make that clear. So could he keep denying that possibility?

lu guang

ideal flavor of rotating for this character? crack them open and dissect them— do you want them tormented, pining, or being loved + comforted? do you have any specific scenarios you like to think about?

Ideal Lu Guang rotation is him being in a mess of his own creation, coping in the worst ways possible, as his cracks become visible to those around him. So, basically canon turbo-charged

[fatuismooches]

THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE POST REMINDED ME OF THOSE CLICHES WHERE THEY MEET AN ALTERNATE VERSION OF THEMSELVES OH MY GOD???? like zandik sees a version of himself where he never met you and he will admit that he honestly has never seen himself so sad before.... like everything he has now? nothing can compare to a zandik who has never felt love before and that FUCKSHGVUHFBJAKM<>SAGDUIJSAK .. I SWEAR I SAW THIS SOMEWHERE I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE...

and zandik who has never experienced love thinks he's so foolish for allowing such a massive setback to his goals, and he doesn't understand you and your relationship with your zandik. perhaps he's jealous? maybe he wants to study you (in a not so intimate way and rather how he would treat regular subjects)? AND IT JUST MAKES ME SOOOOOO SAD LIKE. YOU'D OBVIOUSLY WANT TO HOLD HIM AND KISS HIM TOO, make him feel loved too BUT you have your own zandik, AND he has never opened his heart to anyone for literally millenias and uGHHGHHH

methinks it makes zandik appreciate your relationship on a whole 'nother level

OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS SOOOO GOOD AND GENIUS UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM! Screams... the idea of Dottore admitting to himself that he looks "sad" is something that he thought was impossible but!! He can't deny that his alternate self looks goddamn miserable!! His counter-self would look "normal" to anyone else, but perhaps because he's connected to him in an odd way, he can just sense his other self's sadness. Eyebags and all, he really looks like he reached the edge of insanity. Which, Dottore has as well, but there's just something about his alternate self that shows it a lot more. And he thinks, could you really have had that much of an impact on him, for his alternate self to be like this? Surely there were other factors that made his alternate self come out this way, perhaps even arguably worse than him? And he's right, there is, being from an alternate universe and all but... still, there was no alternate for you his alternate self. No one to lessen his burden, to help him, to care for him, to love him... he was left to descend into madness all by himself.

Ugh his alternate self would probably be disgusted with him. There are so many things to be done, and instead of focusing on the important stuff he's fooling around with... love? With... you? A person he supposedly... loves? It's disgusting really, how low he's fallen. He should know better than to believe in such things, after the neglect he went through. And you. His other self doesn't like you for being such a distraction. What could possibly be so interesting about you? He doesn't see anything notable about you at all, especially if you're sickly, and yet the twisted part of him wants to know. I mean, you're scared of his alternate self of course, but you can't help but pity him, You want to show him what it means to be loved, how even someone like him can be loved, and how love can actually help him rather than hurt him. You want him to be showered in affection... but you can't. That's not your job... and it would be far too hard for you to do it in such as short him. So you only leave Dottore's counter self with a few words - that you didn't know what happened to your alternate self, whether they were alive or dead... but you hoped that he could meet them one day, and maybe then he would understand.

You're more sad about it than Dottore of course, meanwhile he's more contemplative about it? He thinks about everything his other self said and he can't help but think he's so... wrong. He counters every single point his alternative self made. You've actually helped him with so many breakthroughs in his own research, learn new things he couldn't have understood on his own. You help him regain his energy when he's tired, you help him relax and rest when he constantly pushes past his limits. You... love him, and that's helped him a lot more than he initially realized. And that just makes him more resolved to the fact he can't lose you.

[kotoal1011]

yo! I hope it's ok to ask, but I see you talking about your web shrine a bunch, and I was wondering what you use to make it? how hard is it to set one up? yeah that sort of stuff, I hope this made sense (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

hihiii !! dw it's okay !

okay so (hopefully I understood the questions correctly lmao TwT) the most important part is coding. unfortunately </3 mine at least is basically just like a website, thus coding is an essential part of it. the first night I decided to work on it I literally spent four hours trying to put together a picture and some text BUT I admit I hadn't watched any tutorials. so ya. the first step is. if you dont know how to code then basic tutorials are a must.

as for, "what" exactly I use, if you're referring to a program or something I just use the notepad app from my pc LMAO. methinks that as long as the title of the page ends in ".html" it'll give you the option to save as normal website on your pc (if the code is done correctly that is).

like this 👇🏻👇🏻

so that's that !!! then the next question is whether you want to keep it private (then you're already done) or if you want to have it online somewhere too! if its the latter then you can upload it to neocities or something similar

annddd that's all methinks! if you have more specific questions/I left something out then feel free to ask 👍🏻

[sylestine-redacted]

Ok I gotta react l Primarch by Primarch to this.

First of all they all made my hair stand on end. And bawl. The tragic Feels in the best possible way. And I love the implication that in all but maybe one or two Meg probably walked directly into the face of her death and surrendered to keep her kindgom from dying with her.

Loyalists:

Starting with Guillman. Don't know if he recieved her surender personaly or not. Seeing how both draw from Rome (Meg draws more from Greece but Achea draws from Rome too). Both raised in ruling class. Watching him understanding on multiple levels of the visual rethorical move Megara made because they were raised in similar contexts. It's the third silent viewing that makes methinks she Faced death as psycher mutant or both. With the Ultramarines it's likely she saved her peoples lives. Citing her as an example in the book of an ideal outcome for a government to yield to the Imperium

Damn, High Praise from the Lion. "She was no knight. But she had the bones of one." Probably died badly in that she never broke. her throne rooms haunts his dreams. Maybe her people survived maybe not

Vulcan SAW her.

Not Her Royal Majesty Queen Helene Megara of Achaea, last of her line. But Meg the brutalized seventeen year old girl struggling to hold everything together. Who clawed her way out of hellish mockery of a forced marriage and returned home not to safety but because duty to her people called and there was no one else left to answer to answer. His kindness would have undone her. For this Legion alone she would not surrender. She would swear fidelity to their Primarch instead. Pledge herself and her kingdom to his cause because any man who wields both power and genuine kindness is both incredibly rare, and one worth following. And She would love him for that. In any way he would let her. Even if his duty was to end her life. Knowing that Maybe she died to the Imerium but with how you wrote the ending it leaves space for an ending that if not happy leads to the bitter sweetness of when mortal lives intertwine with immortal ones.

Dorn with the simple quiet monument leaving a trace of her in his fortress.

The Khan didn't recieve her surrender personally, but he'd wished he'd met her even once. Enough to whisper her memorial to be carried on the wind. Given her closest brother ate a wind logia and she did after he died in her primary iteration, the symbolism fits. She would have been happier born in his culture than her own I think.

Russ didn't fully understand her motivations, though when he saw her scars and bruises he recognized she was brutalized and still fought. Understood fully or not her choice if it didn't haunt him he certianly wanted to remember it.

Corvax understood her decision to surrender for exactly what it was. The carved raven feather bearing the bald truth hits.

Ferus Manus not recieving her surender personaly but the war scythe and the nature of her weapon speaking to him and echoing back in the forging was really cool.

Sangunius "halo made of grit." Ooph that is a hell of a line. Also the wings sheilding the kneeling Queen that was unsheilded in life.

Traitors:

Horus being salty that this one had to die when he'd have much rather recruited her. Seeing potential wasted. Then Ruminiating on it. (Who knows how much his canonical breeding kink factored in giving the fact this is a lady big enough to birth primarch sized babies?)

Fulgrim being so entranced by the physical theater of and the political drama of it all. the statue capturing the beauty of a single perfect moment kept all to himself. with just a touch of artistic license to show her agony.

She made Perterbo's brain itch. Few who are not Rogal Dorn have managed that particular feat. And given the perfect silhouette of her scythe exists within his fortress? He saw her will was made of iron.

Mortarion was shamed by her. She knelt battered but unbroken choosing not to drag everyone else down with her. He saw it and it shamed him.

Magnus keeping her ghost in his strong hold is just oh dang. That's impressive. I don't know if he was compelled to destroy her or he simply swept her into his retinue.

Angorn catching Megara when confronted with the choice to walk or be dragged chose to walk to her fate instead of being draged to the block.

Lorgar Aurilian lost the plot of Megara's actions in the most Lorgar Aurilian way possible. If there was holiness in her surrender, it was not in Yielding to the Right and Proper Way. It was of the "no greater love" variety. Of the "I swore a sacred oath to put my people's needs above my own and I will follow that to the death" variety.

Curze. He Saw her See the fallout of her instinct to fight, the outcome he'd foreseen. Saw the future shift in real time when she made and stuck to the brass lady-balled decision to surrender. Pulling everything away from the civilian population onto herself. Knowingly gave up the opportunity for a much cleaner death. Looked the devil in the eye and walked into hell for the express purpose of shutting the gates behind her. No wonder he sees her as a reflection. Another doomed and damned seer holding to their line of justice.

Alpherius/Omegion The spymasters running the odds because the look in her eye. Love the last line "She understood the game. And chose the Board." the final monument a footnote to her compatince. The description as a tactical fulcrum.

Magnus coming unglued: Oh dang that kinda sorta fits a lore drop that I haven't had a good point to mention. There are little details showing the Ancient Greek influnces in Meg's story. Using "Crows take you" and "Tarterus" as curses, the names etc. Her whole story draws strongly from Hades and Persephone. Megara's a devotee of the Mysteries. Based of the Elucinian Mysteries which worshiped Demeter and Persephone and kept their rites hidden but it promised entry to the Elucinian Feilds the good bit of the afterlife. Perhaps the Chthonic Queen or Hecate retrieved her shade. After all she'd cary coin for the ferryman

I reread this like three times. XD

Everything you just said? Absolute poetry. I’m genuinely honored this resonated that deeply. She already had weight in the writing, but with your insight, she feels like she's taken root in myth.

Vulkan seeing Meg instead of Queen Helene—not just the ruler, but the brutalized seventeen-year-old girl who came back because no one else would. The idea of her pledging to him not just out of duty but love (even if it killed her)? *vibrates in chair*. I almost want to write that scene now—her laying her weapon at his feet, not because she lost, but because he earned it.

Sanguinius’s wings shielding the unshielded queen. I was already crying WRITING IT. AND NOW? The way you framed it—how she was left exposed in life, and finally, after everything, is given something soft.. and protective. Something divine. She deserves some wings to quietly cuddle up in.

Curze and Megara as two doomed seers making justice from rot. Yep. She didn’t just avoid the blade—she chose the pain to draw it away from her people. He’d know that shape of sacrifice intimately. They’re both tragedies in real time.

AND LORGAR. LMAO FUCKING LORGAR. Sigh... Yea.

AND YES MORE LORE. For Magnus? Eeee. Chthonic threads running through Meg’s mythos...—of course the warp couldn’t find her. She went where even daemons don’t follow. Not lost. Just claimed by something older and darker and deeper than any psyker’s vision.

[eruditic-akechi]

Alice met Nicole when she was girlbossing a little too close to the sun which made Nicole pop into her head and be like "girl stop ur gonna die if you keep on with this." Usually people are too scared by someone speaking in their head if they don't think they're straight up hallucinating to really engage with her, but not Alice. After jumping out of her skin real quick, she recovered and was like "aight ig I'll do something else... You seem cool, wanna be my friend?!" and Nicole was surprised af because No one's ever done this

[nedseii]

Hello, your drawings are really beautiful. I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions.

1. Which program do you use and recommend for drawing?

2. Are there any tips you can share for drawing?

3. How do your drawings look so smooth? (I use Ibispaint and the drawings do not look smooth at all.)

4. Do you have any advice to get to a better level in drawing?

Hi!! Hope you're doing well Anon! And sorry for replying late :'(

Here we gooooo:

I changed the way I work since the last ask I received (I had to because my tablet started acting weird again and my hand would end up hurting by the end TwT)

1/ The program I use is Sai 2! And when I want to add filters/textures, I copy and paste the drawing to CSP and modify it there! The noise filter I use comes with this brush set on CSP 👇

As for the program I'd recommend, it would definitely be Procreate! A friend of mine sometimes lends me her Ipad so that I can draw stuff for her and it's always the best experience ever! (far better than CSP and Sai methinks) That's why I'm saving money rn in order to get an Ipad too and finally be done with this old tablet of mine :') (it's a Wacom Intuos CTH-480 if you're wondering)

2/ Here's how I basically draw (I hope this helps!!)

3/ It's cuz I always turn the stabilizer on 15 when I do the lineart >:)

I turn it to 0 when I sketch tho'!

4/ Idk if this is helpful but here's how I improved:

When I started taking drawing seriously I first began by improving on how I draw faces! I would look up my favorite artists' stuff and try to understand how they drew theirs >:) I first would copy their art and then try to replicate it without looking and see if I remembered and understood how they went about it! I then started to combine everything I liked from each until I reached a result I really liked :')

The only downside to this is that I didn't study anatomy AT ALL so I started all over again using the same method but with full bodies, and after I felt like I learned how to draw very basic poses I started looking up references on Pinterest and try to replicate them into basic shapes! And that leads us to today lmao

Keep in mind that I still use references to this day! They're very important!! For example, I used Gwendoline Christie as a reference for my recent Robb X)

And here's some examples of my old embarrassing doodles:

ANYWAYS, remember that the most important thing of all is to have fun Anon! I hope this was helpful!! And I'm wishing you the best for your art journey :') NEVER GIVE UP!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

[the-whispers-of-death]

In Need of a Drink

Uhh, so Death finally gets to be in a work. I've been meaning to write him and Stone together, so why not now? It will be fun, methinks.

This isn't really a part of any AU, it's just Stone living in his bunker. So uh, yay for Stone living his reclusive life.

I'm once again too lazy to proof-read this.

Word Count: 2, 088

Jason drove to the middle of nowhere, doing his best to make sure no one was following him. He had already used decoy cars in the city to ensure no one followed him, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

He knew the friend he was visiting would appreciate his carefulness as well.

He went off the dirt path, maneuvering his car expertly through the dense area of trees until he got to the cabin—no, the bunker—his friend lived in. As soon as he saw the bunker, he stopped his car, knowing that there were traps along the perimeter of the property and he couldn't maneuver the car to not hit the traps.

He turned off the car and got out, locking the car as soon as he shut the car door. He knew well that his friend heard the car locking and so he made his way to the door, remembering all of the traps and where they were so he could avoid them.

Jason made it to the door of the bunker safely and unscathed and he lifted his hand, rapping against the door to knock the special knock specific to him. He knocked four times before waiting a whole minute—he had to look at his watch to make sure it was a minute—then he knocked four more times.

He waited patiently for Vikram to come open the door, knowing it'd take a little more time than it would for a normal person because of the sheer amount of locks the door had. The door was thick too, so he wouldn't be able to hear Vikram coming near the door and unlocking it.

"Jason?" Vikram asked when the door finally swung open, looking as paranoid as ever when he looked behind Jason to scan for anyone who wasn't supposed to know the bunker existed. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed company—and a drink," Jason replied, both men's voices being monotone as they talked together.

They were similar in many ways; both were the same height at six-foot-eight, both shielded their emotions underneath a cold and stoic demeanor, both were paranoid to the point it was a miracle anyone put up with them, and both had been abandoned by their fathers. Their similarities was the reason they gravitated towards each other as the other was often times the only one who understood what they were going through.

Vikram's dark brown eyes dropped to Jason's neck, noticing the absence of a collar around said throat. He stepped aside so Jason could come in. "Single again, huh? No wonder you feel like you need a drink. What was it this time?"

Jason walked into the bunker, taking off his shoes and placing them near the door next to Vikram's boots. "He wanted to marry me despite his words at the beginning of the relationship," he said, following Vikram deeper inside the bunker.

"So, the usual?"

"Yeah, the usual."

Jason's dark brown eyes looked around the sparse living room, noting there was no seating and there was no TV.

All that was in the living room were a couple of bookshelves full of astronomy and medical textbooks and a huge rug in the middle of the room with floor cushions to sit on if the rug wasn't enough for someone. It was an open floor plan with the kitchen only having a huge kitchen island to separate the kitchen from the living room. The kitchen had a huge spice rack mounted to the wall, full of so many spices that Vikram used to cook his family's cultural food.

All in all, the place wasn't much. Vikram never needed much and had never known what to do with more than the barest bare necessities. He grew up with not much and he would probably die with not much.

"I don't have any alcohol but I can give you a cup of chai," Vikram said, drawing Jason's attention to him. He walked into the kitchen and took out everything he needed, not giving Jason much of a choice.

"Chai would be most welcome." Jason walked over to the kitchen but didn't move to help. He stayed out of Vikram's space to let the man do his thing.

"How have you been, Vikram?"

Vikram's eyebrow raised at the question before going back to putting the pot on the stove and grinding up the spices. "I thought you came here to talk about you, not me."

"What's there to say? It's the same old, same old. I'm proposed to and I reject the proposal because I don't want to get married, just like I said when we first got together. The boyfriend proposing to me can't understand why I didn't change my mind after the years we've spent together and we just end up breaking up to save ourselves from resenting each other for the rest of the relationship. As I said, it's the usual shit. I want to know about you."

"You're just trying to not think about the fact that your relationships are failing left and right. You're hiding from the truth."

Jason's initial reaction was to grit his teeth in uneasiness at the realization that Vikram truly did know him better than he thought he did. A few seconds later, however, he relaxed.

As much as it pained him to know someone knew him well enough to know when he was trying hard to push his problems away, it also felt refreshing to know someone understood. After all, that was the point of him coming here.

Jason forced himself to nod in agreement. "I am hiding from the truth, or I'm trying to." He ran his hand over the top of his head, brushing the black curls out of his face. "I don't know what to do. I feel stuck in this loop of getting into relationships and then them falling apart years later. I'm getting too old for this, but I can't seem to find a way out."

Vikram continued to ground the spices he would need for the chai, too focused on his task to look at Jason while he spoke. "Perhaps it's time you accept that you're single—for the time being. Stop trying to be in a relationship. You had jumped into the last one three months after the previous boyfriend broke up with you. You no longer remember how to be alone."

"That's because I don't like to be alone. It reminds me of..."

Jason's words trailed off, his voice dying on his tongue. He didn't want to say the rest of the sentence because it would bring up the memories he wanted desperately to forget. He wished he could forget those days but it was a foolish task no matter how hard he tried.

However, Vikram knew what he was about to say. As usual.

"It reminds you of your days on the streets with no one in your corner, huh?" he asked, but he knew without Jason having to say it that he was right.

"But you're not alone, Jason. Not truly. You have three siblings who love to come visit you and vice versa. You have Ilariy who calls you daily. Your house might seem empty at times, but you're not alone. Not for long. You just need to be romantically alone. Just until you no longer feel like you have to have someone romantically in your life to be happy."

Vikram poured the spices, the water, and the tea leaves into the pot. He put a timer and put the lid on the pot so it could boil, going to where Jason was leaning against the kitchen counter.

Instinctively, his hands went to Jason's waist while Jason's hands rested on his burly and scarred arms. The touch wasn't abnormal for the two men, as they were a pair of physical touch lovers and they liked having at least a hand on someone when around others.

"You're not just here to get comfort about your failing relationships, are you? Are you finally going to confess your feelings for me?"

"I need you to stop trying to make jokes. You're terrible at them."

Jason's playful grumble made Vikram's lips twitch until he eventually lost his inner battle and graced the other man with a small smile. It made his brown eyes sparkle, made him seem so much brighter.

The crack in Vikram's stoic demeanor caused Jason's to crack as well as he let out a deep laugh. This started a laughing fit, both men unable to hold eye contact with each other without bursting into laughter.

Their laughter died down as the timer went off after two minutes and Vikram pulled away. Jason felt a pang in his heart, missing the touch, but he buried it down as he thought about how nice the chai would taste when it was all done.

Vikram went back to the stove and lifted the lid, adding in sugar and milk. He turned down the fire so it would simmer for three minutes.

Once that was done, he aerated it.

Jason watched Vikram pour the chai out into two cups after it was aerated, watching him like a hawk. Despite seeing the other man make it, he found himself instinctively eyeing the cup when it was placed beside him on the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry," he said when he noticed Vikram raising an eyebrow at the hesitation. He picked up the cup, the warmth of the chai seeping into his bones and calming him.

"Don't be," Vikram answered, taking a sip of his own chai. He walked over after putting everything in the sink to wash later and sat down on the floor so he was facing Jason. "I remember you having a rule, rule 15 if I recall correctly. Never take food or a drink from someone, even those whose names you know. Always be wary of being poisoned and/or drugged."

He gave Jason a curious look as he watched Jason finally take a sip of the chai.

"I do wonder why that is a rule. But then again, I'm one to talk."

Jason huffed in amusement. "Your paranoia about food and drink is unfounded. Something your father told you to scare you." He chuckled like his next words were meant to be funny. "I've actually had my drink and food drugged before."

"Wait, you've actually been drugged before?"

"By some of my exes."

Vikram's eyes widened in shock. "Your exes drugged you?" he asked, mouth dropping open. "Plural?"

Jason took in his friend's shocked expression, memorizing it as this was a rare sight. It was a cute sight, he decided.

He took more sips of the chai, not saying a thing in response to the bomb he dropped.

"Are you seriously not going to answer me? Jason?"

"I can't have you knowing everything about me."

"Now you're going to tell me you've actually been stabbed in the back before and that's where you got the fear of turning your back on someone from." Vikram took a sip of chai and his eyebrows furrowed when Jason didn't laugh at his words. "Seriously? You've been stabbed in the back?"

"I've had a very eventful life, Vikram." Jason finished his chai, setting the cup back down next to him on the counter. "A very eventful life."

The two men chatted for a little while longer before Jason noted the time. It was getting late and while he knew his friend would definitely allow him to stay for dinner, he wanted to get back to his furnished house to eat.

Vikram walked him to the door and grabbed him before Jason could open the door. He spun the other man around and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Don't be a stranger while you're relearning how to be alone, okay?"

Jason wrapped his arms around Vikram as well, squeezing tight before letting go. He smiled at his friend to soothe him.

"I could never forget you, Vik."

He turned back to the door and unlocked all of the locks. He then heaved the heavy door open, stepping out into the cool air. He heard the door close behind him, Vikram no doubt already locking the door in his friend's absence.

Jason walked to his car, feeling lighter than he did when he first came here. As he walked back to his car, he knew what he needed to do.

It was time to start a new chapter in his life.

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Oof. I thought this would be shorter than it ended up being, but alas these two men can be yappers when they're together. I don't know why they're like that, but they are.

I had no true plan for this, but that's okay. I'm just glad to be writing for these two.

I will say that once again, it felt so wrong to write out a special knock used to identify someone to Stone. I swear I cringe because Stone is doing it in my head. As if he's real and I shouldn't be writing how the special knock in case of someone using it. (He's very weird, okay.)

Requests are open! Please look at "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting anything NSFW!

[divinekangaroo]

I've found myself in a big internal debate about Lymond book 2 because my reactions to it were so different to my reactions to book 1.

Book 1 was rather exciting, this revelation all the way. Book 2 had these bursts of sheer intensity, and somehow managed to get into Robin's motivation and inner self far more deeply than I felt it did with Will; Will was constantly bewildered and acting without understanding himself, Robin I felt understood himself but loathed both himself and Lymond for that intensity of feeling. And I was angry at Robin killing himself, for all it was contextually believable and in-character, because his death was conveyed (by Phelim of all people) as a lesson in LeaderShip for Lymond.

Book 2 felt easier to understand and get into, smaller and tighter in scope and setting despite the broader Irish politics driving matters, it was personal; Book 1's politics were almost opaquely global and oddly vague in how they motivated characters, which I suppose why there's so many guides to Dunnett's works lol. I mean I got Book 1 but had to gloss over the whys.

In the end I think it was a stronger story than Book 1 and I felt more from it, hence then processing time, but Book 1 felt more enjoyable. *shrug*

A podcast for Lymond Chronicles similar to the WOT Spoilers podcast would be absolutely mint methinks.

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Flippant PB stuff, I also continue to be surprised at how Oonagh's plotline and character revelation scenes made me completely rethink Grace. Admittedly on the opposite sides of the Irish line and many many centuries separated, but something about Oonagh's marriage decision, her submission to those abuses because of her political driver, rejection of Phelim, decision to sleep with Lymond, decision to help Lymond, reconsidering of her stance for personal reasons while in battle with her political, it all made me want to deep-dive Grace because reframing Grace's actions in S1 through a politically rather than personally motivated lens (and how that shifts from her dad's political death to instead become personally motivated because of her feelings for Tommy) gives her actions a depth that feels otherwise really easy to miss. Something else being carried into a PB rewatch, though I am wondering how deep I can get without understanding the complexity of Ireland's history and near-current state. SK rarely makes concessions for his viewers' state of knowledge in a similar way to Dunnett. [insert that xkcd comic here re common knowledge of quartz etc]

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for avenging my brother?

hiiiii ^^ so im (30, let's say M for convenience's sake) am currently the leader of a very big sect, which was Not the plan WhatSoEVER (i'll get into it). i was born as the younger sibling to the sect heir, which meant i had free reign to basically do whatever i wanted while he got the responsibilities and stuff! great deal methinks. our father died when we were both still young due to heart issues that run in the family and also being killed. since my brother had a decade or so on me, he pretty much raised me from then on while also having the new role of official sect leader on his shoulders.

again, seems like a good deal! he was strict, and really really insisted i practiced my fighting skills (like that wasn't the literal cause of our family's heart issues) to the point that one time he like kind of burned my paper fan collection in front of me but that's like it's all besides the point okay he loved me and i loved him and we were both there for each other okay? okay

anyway he had this servant/best friend/pretty sure somethingsomething was going on there. he was kind of like a second big brother to me. our interests overlapped and he also preferred stuff like art and poetry over fighting. he understood me in a way that my brother couldn't, and he helped raise me just as much, even accompanying me to my third year of summer courses. which lol was supposed to be a one year course but i failed twice. lmao w/e

things got... bad. a war broke out, the servant betrayed us by letting a dangerous enemy out of his cell, and he and my brother had a horrible fight that ended in the former's expulsion from our sect. fast forward yadda yadda this isn't so much the part of the story it's just context but basically that turned out to be a plan to get close to the enemy sect leader so he could stab him in the back. which turned out to become a recurring theme.

the servant, now a prominent figure in his own sect, my brother, and one basically-a-celeb from another sect became this big trio (and totally a Thing) because of the role they played in ending the war. servant-now-big-boy (let's go with snbb for convenience) used that position to send my brother into a cardiac arrest by playing a melody that was supposed to soothe him differently.

so now i was alone, and with one of the current biggest sects to lead, while all i wanted to do is look cute, paint and be bisexual. you can probably imagine how i felt when i learned who did it, especially considering how not only no one else knew, but he got /rewarded/ for it by becoming a sect leader himself. soooo i got a little silly and here's where i mighttttt be tah :3

basically i started a 10+ years revenge plan. i didn't really plan a /lot/ of it, but i knew i'd have to resurrect one of my childhood friends for it to grab attention away from me etc and such and so on and so forth. but basically i also got a gay and socially rejected teenager killed for that, desecrated the corpse of snbb's mother, paid some people to spread rumours here and there, possibly killed a few cats to lure a group of people where i needed them to be, and adopted a public persona of a useless idiot who couldn't run a sect for the life of me to keep suspsicions off of me for the duration of this, which was Also a part to get back at him because that meant he, as someone responsible and sooo niceys and oh won't you please help your poor little meowmeow with the big scary emails plssss (he basically ran the sect for me lol).

to top it all off i had him killed by the one person that loved him the most (mister sir basically-a-celeb. god his jawline is stronger than my will to live) (he has gone into seclusion and is isolating himself indefinitely to mourn)

but also all this allowed my old bestie to get gay married with his longtime heartthrob

so. aita?

[therealslimshakespeare]

this is what so many people do on here and it’s so weird to me 🤦‍♀️ why are u even reading the series if you are getting through an entire fic that is full of character development for one oc only to be in the authors askbox freaking out over ONE LINE about another oc 🤦‍♀️ and ignoring everything else

omfg yes to this and i also never understood the overly repeated sentiment of people coming into your inbox just to say that they only read the series for her 😭😭 like… so you’re basically saying you only really care about like 20% of the content that the author has worked so hard to put out

I’m so sure it was and is meant kindly and I do enjoy the fact that in a group of readers there’s gonna be those more excited about this character getting a spotlight or a cameo than the next reader and so I enjoy weaving that all in, it’s half the appeal of an ensemble piece, I just think I’ve obviously not been quite as clear as perhaps I should’ve been -not wanting to sound bitchy- that I do appreciate this being taken as an ensemble piece- which it is.

Interestingly I find that comments and reblogs always happen to be about the entire fic, whereas anonymous asks are regularly not. Which is just interesting and being a tumblr newbie myself I have mostly learned patterns from the ole veteran creators on here who’ve been kind enough to teach me etiquette as I go along and give me reminders that lots of people come from lots of different platforms and that effects things too. All things to keep in mind and I do! 🥰

I know whenever I try to clarify the tiniest point of where I’m coming from with stuff like this it often gets taken as ungrateful or that I never “wanted any interaction” in the first place but, such is obviously not my intent or feelings on the matter, as I’m sure you know and I think the hundreds of past answers will reflect. It’s just my wish to explain that sincere appreciation is always appreciated along with awareness of the context in which your fave thing is written —that is massively uplifting for the creator.

Last post on this tonight, methinks. It’s a tiny little sentiment of my own and this is tumblr, our beloved hellsite for the love of god, all done here is a wee bit of fun and at the end of the day I’m just asking for my full sentences to be kept intact 💋

Xoxo to all